Malcolm Bright

God, he can tell he's blushing even redder. It's like he can practically feel Lestat's breath on his neck again, the kisses, the touching, the chafing of skin, and with Malcolm sitting right there it's wildly embarrassing, and he can't even focus on pretending it wasn't what it was because god he's never had a dream like that before. Even thinking about it--

"I know," is what he manages. "I just--wasn't. Expecting it."